Some Things Never Change

I have been back down on the water for a few days now and since then the list of challenging problems grows by leaps and bounds.

David is a master of many things but electricity is NOT one of them. Somehow he managed to rewire something so that we were getting 240 power running through the house. Needless to say, the appliances wern't too happy about that at all, so in a few days we fried the fridge, 2 microwave ovens, one toaster oven, a toaster, a 26 inch tv, the satallitte reciever,and the water cooler. I just bought a months supply of groceries yesterday and am sitting here waiting for high tide so we can bring down the fridge from the apartment and keep it from all spoiling. I am on the hunt for cheap new appliances to replace everything we lost.

We finally got rid of the the last of the non- paying squatters who were living down here. They could have been such nice people but got so addicted to crack that it took over their lives and made them most unreasonable to deal with. Stuff went missing down here all the time and they stayed up all night doing drugs and looking for ways to be a nuisance. They moved their house to another marina last week and it's so nice and clean and quiet down here now. Their house held Davids out from the shore and with them gone, we tightened up our lines on the house and docks. This resulted in being in too shallow water during low tide and putting a ton of stress on the house, so they were up till 3 am moving stuff around and loosening off the lines in the pissing rain last night. We are sitting pretty now though.

After much thought, David has realized that keeping the shop is a huge expense that he doesnt need at this moment in life, so he is letting it go at the end of the month. I had stored everything I salvaged off my boat in there filling an 8x6 room to the rafters. I also have a stove ,bathtub and bicycle stored there so now have 2 weeks to figure out where Im going to put all this stuff. My storage locker is already full and I don't want to pay yet more money to store stuff off site. I'm loathe to get rid of anything until I know for sure what my next place is going to be. You never know what will come in handy. David has his work cut out for him, he has the whole massively huge building stuffed with tons of tools and equipment, a mobile home, his office furniture, two forklifts, a bunch of building material,tons of his artwork etc. I have no idea were he is going to put it all but I'm sure the next few weeks will be very interesting as we scramble to get this all done.

My poor cat has been so stressed out with me packing and moving every two weeks. He was an abandoned cat and I am wondering if the people had to move, packed everything up and dumped him because they couldnt take him to the new place. He hates the moving boxes, scratches them to pieces, climbs inside and pees on things and generaly runs around screaming at me while I pack. The last few days he has taken to the loft in Davids house and barely comes down to be sociable. Not like him at all.I hope he can forgive me soon, I feel so bad for putting him through all this.

This year seems to be all about moving for me. Don't know if I mentioned how much I hate moving. Growing up in a military family we moved every year of my childhood. By the time I was 30 I had moved well over 50 times. They say moving, death and divorce are the highest stress factors in people lives. Well I have been pretty much packing and moving non-stop since mid-January and no end in sight just yet. I am praying for the day when I can unpack for once and all, hang up my hat and call myself home at last.

I Don't Know Whether to Laugh or Cry

I dont know how to say this, so just pulling the band aid off and here we go....I'm NOT moving to the Queen Charlottes! After a week of emails and phone calls, I finally got to meet Patrick. We went out for dinner, had a lovely not wierd meal,talked about the best way to transport everything, made tentative plans to hang out on Saturday......and I never heard from him again! I finally sent him an email asking what was up and a day later got a reply that if I still wanted to come and be a cook I could but he wasnt interested in pursuing any kind of
relationship with me. Not that I expected anything in stone but he had gone on for the whole week about how great it was he found me, just what he wanted blah ,blah ,blah so quite a shock to be dissed like that for no apparant reason ( he had met me before and seen pictures so I wasnt a surprise). Anyway, I dont need to be stuck in the bush with no promise of pay, no love life, and no job or home to come back to in September, so I passed on that.

In the meantime as I had told David I was moving mid month, he had already rented out my apartment, so once again, I have moved, this time in with David at his float home. Not how things were supposed to go at all. Maybe the universe wants us to be together for some reason. I keep trying to leave and get thrown back here every time.

Since this all happened, Ive had a new idea every day about what to do next. One day I was going to buy my friends van and live in it. A good nights sleep on that idea and I decided it wasnt really feasable with the cat.

Then I was going to clean up the boat that sank here at Christmas and live on that , but it sank again the next day, so I passed on that too.

Then Steve offered me a 20x25 foot concrete float that I could put a trailer or something on, until I sort myself out. Ive been looking into the idea of putting shipping containers on it and bulding some kind of house out of them. Not really keen on living in narrow metal boxes tho, still trying to wrap my head around that.

I heard about a boat a guy was desperate to move and sounded like he would sell for very cheap. I just talked to him and found out he is making payments on 17,000 still owing on the boat....ouch, too rich for me and I told him so. He mostly just wants to not deal with the moorage fees right now, so has offered it to me as a free place to live if I move it here and pay the moorage on it. I wont own it, but will have a home for the time being while I work on what to do next with my life. I am supposed to go and see it on Monday, so will have a better idea then if I will go that route. I am getting a little leary of the whole boat senario.

I have been in such an emotional turmoil the last few weeks, I didnt want to post here, but then I thought, oh well this is my life, such as it is. Some day I will look back on all of this and think something about the way I handled it all. So I decided to take this all with a laugh and not stress about it anymore, its one day at a time, with things apt to change at a moments notice.

Stay tuned for the inner workings of a menopausal mind as I try and sort my life out.

A Preview of my New Home(stead)

A map of Haida Gwaii (The Queen Charlotte Islands),located on the West coast of BC. If you click on it you can see it full view. Queen Charlotte City is our first destination to pick up supplies. Then its down to the National Park (the area outlined in green)Gwaii Haanas and Rose Harbour where we will be staying.


A view of Rose Harbour, the location of the homestead



A view from Rose Harbour looking out to the ocean



The same view at sunset


This is the Guest House where vistors stay



This is our house where we will stay and the meals will be served






Some of the local wildlife


The carved totem poles that the visitors come to see


Can't wait to get out there and try my hand at pioneering!~